Hi there. It’s early afternoon as I start this, my 208th post of the year and 1,108th overall – on Monday, May 29, 2023. And considering that it’s meteorological spring’s last hurrah (two more days, then it’s on to summer…and the official start of the hurricane season), it’s a nice day. It’s 76°F/26°C under mostly sunny conditions, and there’s no rain in the forecast, so for those Tampa Bay area residents planning (or already out on) a picnic or outdoor activity on Memorial Day 2023, it should be a nice day for it.
I was hoping that today would be a writing day for me, and I still hope it will be, but I woke up much too early, couldn’t go back to sleep, and both the fact that it’s a “day off” for many people and that I’m tired are making it hard for me to even think of losing myself in the fictional world of The New Story.
I’m not sure if it’s the early morning (4:40 AM) wakeup, the fact that it is Memorial Day or an overwhelming sense of ennui, but I am going to have to push myself to write something (beyond this blog post, which is already hard enough to write the way I feel at the moment).
I don’t want to be unproductive today, Dear Reader. I don’t want to not write.
But, considering that I’m having a hard time writing this (I’ve already been at it for over an hour, and I haven’t made much headway), it looks like I may have to either take a long break and work on the manuscript later, or just admit defeat and take the rest of the day off.
Ugh. I hate days like this.
I’m going to go read for a while. I’m exhausted, unmotivated, and flat-out frustrated.
A Certain Point of View, Too 
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